Physics and other types of homework

So by the time I finish my physics lab I'm pretty sure all my teeth will be rotted out. Our teacher is making us do the entirety of it in Microsoft Excel so we can just email it to him and save paper. It's green but boy does it suck when you don't know how to use Microsoft Exel :/

Anyways I got lots of candy on Valentine's plus a new little sock monkey, and if it were'nt for my raging headache then the day would have been nice. Oh yeah, not passing out yesterday from said headache was a highlight.

But yeah after a ton of Aleve, NyQuil, and Zyrtec I'm all good now :)

I feel pretty good because lately I've been able to stay on top of my homework plus work on my giant 24x36 portrait of my friend Laurita... I'm not done yet, but here's a picture of it so far...

I have it tacked up on my wall above my bed as inspiration to finish it :P Oh yeah, it's all graphite pencil/stick. *UPDATE a more completed picture.

Hotel Art

No offense to those who have art work hanging in their local Holiday Inn, but I feel like hotel art is just that, HOTEL ART. You can't distinguish one from the other, it's pretty bland and forgettable.

Anyways, yesterday I participated in an art competition and it wasn't too bad. I scored well in my division and had state worthy work, but the pieces picked this year to advance onto state were somewhat akin to hotel art...

I don't feel disappointed in myself, but I do feel disappointed in the competition for not picking the more sophisticated pieces there. I felt like other artists (with visible talent) were overshadowed by some Jackson Pollock/Cecil Touchon ripoffs. No really, one piece looked like Ke$ha had peed on a paper.

And I would rant about some crappy stuff that happened to me today, but it all just boils down to one thing: I need to learn how to juggle school and finding a job.

Financial independence is probably the worst/last thing I need right now, but it's so appealing.

daydreaming

With the frustrations of teachers, deadlines, and douchey boys I often find myself daydreaming about meeting the lushest men.

French

Turkish

British

Australian

Hmmm... I'd really like to meet some foreign boys.

Yes, I know, the douchebag disease knows no race/gender, but I feel like if I ever met a foreigner that was a jerk his accent would make up for it.

Watching movies like Pride and Prejudice and Amelie only worsen my daydreams.